Creepy Clowns Stories Novels & Stories

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Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

“The World of the Unknown. A book to die for.” My mother used to tell me stories of Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, the Orramoths, and the worst of them all, the Darklings. Most of the creatures she told me they blew out of proportion. She said writers did this to make a dollar or two, and some did it to scare the shit out of their kids and make them listen. My aunt would laugh because she said that I was a different breed than most. The minute I heard about them, I buried my head deeper into books with excitement. Little did she know I also discovered Daddy’s old box in the attic, and ‘The World of the Unknown’ was in it.

The other one grinding the clothes and offering juices to the creepy people with buttoned eyes, who were lining up for it. I cleared my throat, "Aaaaaaaahhh!!!! Mom!!!" I screamed, running away as I closed my eyes in terror. I bumped hard into someone who caught me before my butt would land on the floor. I was still screaming and wouldn't shut up until cloth was shoved into my mouth, making me stop screaming. "Why are you screaming??" Clara asked concerned filled eyes. I spurred the cloth out of my mouth, cringing at the taste. "There are these people with button eyes and they were eating and drinking clothes. Do you understand what that means!?" I shook her vigorously, stunned by the whole

"Maia, are you really this stupid, or are you just acting? Someone could sell you out, and you'd still be there thanking the person who did it." His tone had shifted. It wasn't playful anymore. A cold chill began to creep up my spine. This wasn't some kinky game. He wasn't joking. "W-What do you want? Why did you tie me up?" "What does it look like? I caught myself a prime piece of meat, and I'm going to get a good price for it." A prime piece of meat. A good price. Suddenly, every horror story I'd ever read about women vanishing in remote areas flashed through my mind.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw them. Cael Ardent and the other two were huddled in the corner, sneaking glances at me, their eyes filled with both fear and expectation. I said nothing. I tore off a chunk of meat from the boar and tossed it over. "Eat. Don’t hold back." Then I turned, built a fire with the wood, and skewered a piece of meat on a branch, holding it over the flames. The cave fell into deathly silence. They stared at the meat in their hands, eyes nearly bulging, throats bobbing as they swallowed.

The swollen head looked angry and ready, glistening as he positioned himself to plunge into whichever tight, begging hole he chose first. The air crackled with filthy, electric anticipation... mother and daughter still on their knees, breasts heaving and shiny, pussies dripping and aching emptily, both of them shamelessly begging to be filled and used.

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,

“Tell me how bad you need a real cock destroying your ass.” “I need it,” I cried out, bouncing frantically now, tits swinging, ass clapping as I rode the toy. “I want a thick real dick pounding my asshole raw… stretching me wider than this… filling me with cum while I scream. Fuck….I’m gonna cum with it in my ass!”